This morning, there was a religious ceremony at the colonial basilica in Patzcuaro. Families lined up in front of the church over an hour ahead of time.
Girls were dressed in their finest white dresses, and boys were dressed in white shirts and sometimes ill-fitting suits.
At the proper moment, the families began filing in to the beautifully decorated church interior. Their songs echoed from the 400-year-old walls.
We watched part of the ceremony, then browsed for local crafts in the surrounding market. We made another visit to the craft market in Tzintzuntzan and, in the evening, we bought a good supply of the colorful hand-woven tablecloths, napkins and placemats for which Patzcuaro is famous. (A small selection is available online.)
Here, as everywhere else in Mexico, people love to eat at all hours of the day.
There are big steaming vats of “exquisite” menudo (tripe soup); pozole; carnitas; roast corn with cheese, lime and salsa; sizzling roasted onions and savory peppers; corn meal corundas; cups of fruit with salsa; simmering tamales; and hand-made tortillas fried on big comales over wood coals.
Downtown, under the arcade, you can get a cerveza, a cup of delicious local ice cream, or a frozen fruit bar (made from local fruits that you have never heard of).
In the late evening, you might want to sit on the balcony of the Primer Piso Restaurant, overlooking the square, and enjoy the delicious seasonal special of Chiles en Nogada (stuffed pepper in cream sauce).--JM August 15, 2009
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